Vimala: The Former Courtesan

Intoxicated with my complexion figure, beauty, & fame;

haughty with youth, I despised other women.

Adorning this body embellished to delude foolish men, I stood at the door to the brothel: a hunter with snare laid out.

I showed off my ornaments, and revealed many a private part. I worked my manifold magic, laughing out loud at the crowd.

Today, wrapped in a double cloak, my head shaven, having wandered for alms, I sit at the foot of a tree and attain the state of no-thought. All ties — human & divine — have been cut. Having cast off all effluents, cooled am I, unbound.

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